¹¹ There is a cry for wine in the streets,
All joy is darkened,
The mirth of the land is gone.

^33 (A)Joy and gladness are taken
From the plentiful field
And from the land of Moab;
I have caused wine to ^[a]fail from the winepresses;
No one will tread with joyous shouting—
Not joyous shouting!